Brian Brennan: Pension quest like pursuit of the Holy Grail
WITH some difficulty, after an hour-long expedition, I found the right social welfare office. The long trek was largely due to my own poor research, so let's not dwell on it, except to say that it was a very hot afternoon (remember last Thursday?) and I should not have worn the heavy green jacket.
Getting across a busy street in the centre of Dublin city is a big enough challenge these days, requiring either the patience of Job or the athleticism of Usain Bolt. You don't need the added handicap of a leaden diving suit.
In the inside pocket of the green jacket was an application form for the state pension (transitional) . . . and this was central to my mission.